Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Record

The air became eerily quiet. Fu Qing didn't dare to move again. Seeing that Fu Qing didn't make any moves, the two relaxed their vigilance and put away the talisman and sword. However, their eyes kept glancing at Fu Qing, making Fu Qing feel extremely uncomfortable.

The man walked up to the monster, took out a dagger from his pouch, and with a flick of his wrist, the dagger produced a flash of light, severing the monster's mantis blade. Then he walked behind the monster, inserted the dagger into the reddened eye socket, and pried it open. An eye the size of a basketball popped out of its socket. He repeated the same process for the other eye.

He then took out a piece of linen from his pouch and placed the mantis blade and its two eyeballs on the cloth, wrapping them into a bundle. Fu Qing was speechless at the sight; blood was still dripping from the eyeballs through the bundle, a truly nauseating sight.

After hoisting the bundle onto his back and securing it, the man clenched his fist with one hand, and the floating yellow talisman suddenly shot up, pulling the silk threads behind him and cutting them into the monster's flesh until the monster was shredded into pieces.

Then he waved his hand, and all the yellow talismans flew back to his fingertips. Only then did he look at Fu Qing and say, "You have quite a bit of composure. If an ordinary person encountered this black-faced ghost, they would be lucky if their legs didn't buckle, let alone fight back."

"So this is called the Black-Faced Ghost. That does match its appearance. May I ask, esteemed gentlemen, what place is this?" Fu Qing asked respectfully.

The young woman stepped forward and said, "This place is called Youjing. Young man, judging from your attire, you don't seem to be from Qingzhou."

Seeing that the girl spoke in a somewhat literary style, which he was not used to, he accurately caught the word "Qingzhou" in her words, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure out where Qingzhou was.

Seeing Fu Qing deep in thought, the girl visibly tensed up. After exchanging a glance with the man, she asked, "What? Could it be that you're not from Xizhao?"

"Xizhao?" Fu Qing was completely confused. He had only heard of Rizhao in Shandong, and he really didn't know that there was such a place as Xizhao in such a vast country as China.

"My two esteemed sirs, I am indeed not the person from Xizhao that you claim. I also came to this place inexplicably, and I encountered this black-faced ghost as soon as I woke up. If it weren't for your rescue, I would probably be dead here."

The two "experts" exchanged glances for a moment, whispered a few words, and then the man moved closer and said, "It seems you're having a bit of bad luck, young man. This is the territory under the jurisdiction of Qingzhou in the Xi Zhao Kingdom." He paused and said, "For safety's sake, I need to conduct a test on you. You don't mind, do you?"

"Xizhao Kingdom?" Now it was Fu Qing's turn to get nervous. He originally thought this place was probably some tourist attraction in China, but judging from the interaction between the two, it was hard to say whether this place was even on Earth.

"Could it be that I've really traveled to another world??" A huge wave of emotions surged within him.

In his spare time, Fu Qing liked to read novels to pass the time. He knew about the concept of "time travel." Given the current situation, if this wasn't a prank show, then he had time traveled?

He was startled. If that were really the case, how could he possibly get back? Should he try to crash into that meteorite again?

Seeing that the man was going to "test" her, Fu Qing recalled the strange methods the two had used before. Even if the two wanted to force her, how could she refuse?

"good!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, the man relaxed and simply gestured for Fu Qing to raise his right arm with his wrist facing upwards. He placed two fingers on Fu Qing's forearm, where Fu Qing felt a slight coolness. After a moment, he patted Fu Qing's shoulder and said, "Alright, may I ask your name, young brother?"

"Oh, my name is Fu Qing."

"My name is Chen Xing'an, and this is Bai Yi," he said, gesturing to the girl beside him. "This place is extremely dangerous, young man. Why don't you come with us for now? After we cross the border, you can find a way back."

"Chen Xing'an, Bai Yi, surnamed Chen..." Fu Qing chewed on these words. Not to mention that he could understand what the two people in front of him were saying, just because of this surname, he should seriously consider whether all of this was some kind of reality show, which was clearly no different from China.

He looked around, trying to find the hidden camera. He thought it was like the one used by photographers who shoot wildlife on the African savanna, perfectly blending into the surrounding environment, but he just couldn't find it.

But after looking around, he found absolutely no clues except for the thick fog.

"Alright..." He pondered for a moment and agreed to their request. If it was fake, he would play along and expose them later. If it was real...

Fu Qing preferred to believe it was fake...

"Then I'll have to trouble you two!"

Seeing that Fu Qing agreed to go together, the man gestured for Fu Qing to follow him. The girl named Bai Yi walked beside him, looking around warily. Fu Qing also began to observe carefully, while planning her next move.

The most important thing right now is to figure out what's going on. If this really is time travel, then the primary goal is to figure out how to get back. He doesn't have the "since I'm here, I'll just stay" mentality like in novels; he's just an ordinary person.

Secondly, although Fu Qing really wanted to ask about the current situation of the two people in front of him, he couldn't easily say that he was a time traveler before he understood the situation, nor could he casually start a conversation to avoid giving himself away, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

After some deliberation, Fu Qing decided to remain silent for now and simply follow the two men away, asking and answering as few questions as possible.

Unable to ask questions, he began to scrutinize the two people in front of him. The man named Chen Xing'an appeared extremely composed, his eyes constantly scanning left and right. The girl beside him, while her gaze remained vigilant most of the time, would occasionally lighten her pace. When Fu Qing's gaze swept over, she nodded and smiled at him.

The three walked along the street for a while, and the red walls and gray tiles on both sides returned to the appearance that Fu Qing had seen before. However, the road was wider, and the buildings on both sides could only be vaguely seen. After walking forward for a while, a huge archway appeared in front of them, with a huge plaque on it. However, it seemed to be very old, and the paint had peeled off, making it difficult to see what was written on it.

"We've arrived. This is where the inner city is." After saying this, Chen Xing'an took out a piece of cloth from his pocket, squatted down, and started writing and drawing on the cloth. Fu Qing glanced at it and found that it was actually a map. Some places were marked on it, and there were some annotations next to them. What surprised Fu Qing was that these annotations were all written in Chinese characters. Apart from a few characters that he did not recognize, he did not have much difficulty reading them.

"The core of the formation... the nest..." Fu Qing murmured. Upon hearing this, the girl beside him quickly asked, "You even recognize the Xi Zhao script?"

"Xi Zhao characters? Isn't this Chinese characters?" he thought to himself, while at the same time he saw the character "Xi Zhao" in the upper right corner: "So this is the 'Xi' character." At this moment, he became more and more certain that this might be the idea of ​​a reality show.

Fu Qing remained silent, only nodding slightly.

After marking the map, Chen Xing'an stood up, handed the map to the girl, and said, "I'll take a look at the inner city first. You stay here and don't move around. If anything happens, Bai Yi, you signal."

The girl nodded, and Chen Xing'an waved his hand, the yellow wooden talisman reappearing between his fingers. With light steps, he slowly disappeared into the mist.

Bai Yi raised his hand, and his originally fair and flawless arm was slowly enveloped in a layer of purple mist. Fu Qing, who was now closer, saw the smoke appear out of thin air and marveled at how realistic the film props were.

"Um... little sister, what kind of props are these? The effects are amazing!"

The girl was taken aback, not knowing what Fu Qing meant by this prop.

"Does he really not know or is he pretending to be confused?" Fu Qing thought to himself.

"I mean, you fog..."

"This one? I call it the Six Separation and Union Technique." The girl waved her hand, quite proudly.

"The Six Hundred Million Separation and Reunion Formula? Children's Day?" Fu Qing didn't quite understand the meaning.

Then the girl asked in surprise, "Where did you come from? Have the people there never seen a Taoist master before?"

"Taoist Master?" Fu Qing carefully considered the girl's words. He had only heard of Taoist priests, but he had no idea what a Taoist Master was.

Scratching his head awkwardly, Fu Qing said, "I've never met a Taoist master in my life, please excuse my ignorance."

Upon hearing this, the girl said "oh" without any suspicion, and began to explain to Fu Qing: "A Taoist master is someone who possesses spiritual veins and cultivates Taoist magic. They are very common around here."

"Very common?" Fu Qing thought to himself, seeing the girl's expression, "Are there people with special abilities everywhere here?"